My dad was a parts Manager for Swenson Ford in Philadelphia in the 60's & 70's. Every year he brought home the sales brochures when the new models came out for me to dream about finally owning a Mustang. I had wanted one ever since a family friend visited us with a brand new 1965 Red Convertible. The model year 1969 was one that really got me primed. I picked out the most bad-assed Mustang that I could possibly lust for; a 1969 Black Mach 1 428 Cobra Jet! I had it all speced out and decided to try and convince my dad this was the car for me! The real problem is I was only 14 years old. My dad being a manager however could order any car he wanted for his demo. My sales pitch to dear old dad was to order this car, he drives it for 6 months to a year, and then we buy it and it sets in the garage until I could drive at 17. My plan was seriously flawed as dad hated 2 doors, 4 speeds, and always drove a Country Squire Wagon. I was crushed. Flash forward to 1975 and I return from being away at school and saw this beautiful Black Mach 1 cruising in town. Lo and behold I found out the owner was a buddy of mine so I went to see him. I could not believe my fortune when I arrived at his house and there was a for sale sign on the car. A quick negotiation and the car was mine. My dream finally became my reality!
I have owned this car since 1975 and I am the third owner. It only has 69,000 miles on it. It has never been restored, but I have meticulously maintained it over the years. The top surface of the car is original paint, and I have not painted anything on this car in 37 years. The interior is original except for the carpet, drivers upholstery and right door panel. I have had a lot of fun with this car, including track and street drag racing. I have rebuilt the engine several times and it still retains the original 351W block, but the guts have been severely upgraded. I haven't raced in many years due other expensive responsibilities, such as a wife, kids and house. My wife and I have a prenuptial agreement that she will NEVER ask me to sell the car, and after 35 years of marriage, she has stuck to her word. There is nothing better than taking the car out on beautiful days and blowing all the cob-webs out of my head. Grabbing gears is the best thing for whatever ails you! Now if it would just stop snowing here in New Jersey, I could get in some much needed 4 speed V8 therapy! See you at the car shows!